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Lovely Asks

Lavender: Name something that relaxes you.

Polaroid: Post a picture that makes you feel good about yourself.

Vinyl: What is some of your favorite music?

Incense: List your three favorite scents.

Roots: How do you ground yourself or recharge?

Silk Sheets: Any ways you treat or spoil yourself?

Paintbrushes: Do you have a creative past-time?

Scars: Share something difficult you've been through.

Rainstorms: What helps you fall asleep?

Bones: Name one strength and one weakness.

Teacups: Favorite beverages?

Sealing Wax: Have you ever received a letter or written one to someone else?

Dragons: What makes you feel powerful, what breathes life into you?

Soup: Comfort food?

The Moon: What's your favorite thing to do at night?

Klosh: If you could go back to any three era's what would they be?

Lace: Your favorite things to wear?

Pocketwatch: If you could be immortal or have an extremely long life span what would you pick and why?

Honeybee: Name something positive you have done for yourself or someone else in the last two weeks.

Typewriter: If you had to come up with ten words to describe your life story so far, what would they be?

Blue Hair Dye: One thing you like about your appearance?

Felines: Something that makes you feel better after a hard day?

Poetry: If you have one, name a favorite book or poem.

bridge of sighs

Mill Pond, Milton, ON

Gay Conversion Therapists Claim Most Patients Fully Straight By The Time They Commit Suicide 

The suck button.

My band’s drummer, John, is also a sound guy; for several years before we hooked up musically, he had been doing sound for other bands I was in, as well as for touring acts I booked shows for. He’s very good at what he does, and has a pretty massive rig. Anyway, he’s the nicest guy in the world at band practice, at Burger King, or at a gig we’re playing, but when he’s running sound for other bands, he can be pretty crabby. Very little patience for bands who start late or end late. Even less patience for bands who take an encore when they’re the second band playing out of five. Very little patience for singers who ask for more vocals in the monitor while cupping the microphone ball in both hands (feedback, anyone?) In general, just an altogether grouchy sound man. For example, he ran sound once for this seven- or eight piece ska band. One of the trombone players said he needed two mics: one for his horn and one for his backup vocals. Normally at this venue (a 120-seater), John didn’t bother to mic horns at all. Rolling his eyes, John put up a Shure Beta 58 and some AKG condenser mic. “This Shure is for your vocals, and this AKG is for your horn, OK?” he said. “Don’t blow your horn into the vocal mic, because your horn is about 30db louder than your voice and I’m going to have everything mixed properly.” Horn player nods his head. During the second song of the set, apparently this trombonist was set to get a solo. Right before his solo starts, he grabs both mics and pushes them close together, so that the capsules are actually touching. He then blows this fortissimo opening note into BOTH mics. I was sitting at a table in back, by the sound board, at the time. John’s limiters caught most of it, and I STILL had ringing in my ears for two days. At the end of the song, John mutes both of the guy’s mics (and leaves them mute), and basically threatens to ream out the guy’s plumbing with his own horn if he ever pulls that shit again. John does this through his talkback mic, which is clearly audible over the monitors. The crowd bursts into laughter, and the horn player goes bright red in the face.

At any rate, for years I had heard John threaten bands with the “suck button.” Bands who were taking too long to set up, or whose members repeatedly refused to follow reasonable directions (please keep that vocal mic away from the monitors!), would be threatened. “Pull that shit again, and I’m gonna hit the suck button on you guys!” I took it to mean that he would intentionally make them sound bad, but he never followed through on the threat, so I took it as a vague general warning.

So anyway, a little while back he’s running sound on a four band show. The second band, a Matchbox 20/Train kind of band, has him running 20 minutes behind before they even play a note because their lead guitarist was late. Their allotted set time is 40 minutes, but their last song runs over and by the time it’s done, they’ve played for almost 45 minutes. John says quietly over the talkback mic, “Hey guys, you’re done.” The lead singer says loudly over the vocal mic “Sound man says we gotta get off the stage. We got one more song for you!” as they kick into another soupy jangle-rock tune. John shakes his head at me. Then, the most amazing thing happened. After their “encore,” this band kicks straight into ANOTHER song without announcing it, apparently in the hope that John wouldn’t notice it was a different song.

John leans over to me to be heard over the PA and asks, “Hey, wanna see the suck button?” “Sure,” I replied. I figured he was going to muck with the levels or just turn them off or something. Instead, he reaches to one of his racks and starts scrolling through patches on his trusty DigiTech unit. Sure enough, he gets to a patch titled SUCK BUTTON. He engages it, and all hell breaks loose onstage. The lead singer and the lead guitarist (who was singing backup), immediately start to sing WAY off key. They try to get back in tune, fail, trail off in mid-line, try again, and start glaring at each other. The guitarist is so distracted by this that he starts muffing the chord progression. If not for the drummer, I think the whole song would have derailed. For the entire four minute duration of the song, I was treated to this asshole band sounding like crap and getting madder and madder at each other. John explained the patch to me; basically it pitch shifts all tracks from the vocal submix up one step, BUT ONLY IN THE MONITORS. So the audience, out in front of the mains, was treated to the sound of two guys trying to get in tune, only to be utterly confused. If they got it sounding right in the monitors, they could tell that something was grossly wrong in the mains. And each of the singers thought it was the other guy who was singing out of tune. I just about died laughing.

1. Hel 2. Freyja 3. Iðun 4. Nótt 5. Rán 6.Sif 7. Skaði

allow flowers to grow on the places in your heart that people left hollow

soft sapphic things

Leaving little notes with sweet & supportive messages in random places for each other.

When she brushes your hair and keeps asking ‘Am I hurting you?’ but you’re the opposite of hurt.

Playing with her hair, because it’s so soft and pretty.

Reading fairytales to each other. Best of all, queer fairytales.

Discovering that you have the same bra size when you accidentally put on one of hers - then having a laugh about it.

Doing silly dances in the living room. Bonus points if the cat joins in.

Taking lavender foam baths and washing each other’s hair.

Putting on green face masks and then taking funny selfies together.

She lights scented candles whenever you come over.

When you’re using her as a soft pillow and she’s using you as a soft blanket.

When you wake up from a nightmare and she’s already awake and ready to comfort you.

Complimenting each other on how nice your hair smells.

Singing along to songs you both like and automatically dividing the harmonies without even having to discuss it.

Knowing each other’s anxiety triggers and being mindful of them + taking extra good care of each other whenever one isn’t doing well.

Reminding each other to take your medication.

There’s always some hair getting in the way of your kisses, ALWAYS, so you just laugh about it.

When she’s been ill for a few days so you cycle through the cold winter night to bring her fresh groceries.

Introducing her to Sappho’s poetry.

Getting ‘friendship necklaces’ together, the type where each of you wears one half of a heart, because you don’t feel whole until you’re together.

When she gives you a little kiss on your forehead, and then another one, and then more, because she just can’t stop.

When you say Good Night and close your eyes preparing to sleep, and then you feel her hand taking yours, like she can’t sleep without the reassurance of feeling you beside her.

💕⚢

took a break from homework/work to doodle.

Whom else in here is gay and refuses to have healthy habbits

Your choice.

A lovely couple I saw in a cafe.

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Someone wanna go with me on a long train ride through France and Italy and stop at little cafés and eat at corner restaurants and spend our nights drinking on the balcony of our hotel room?

this is one of the first books I intend to pick up after exams and I can’t wait☺️

Why do people keep saying Ophiuchus doesn't exist? I don't exist. Ophiuchus? Ophiuchus broke into my house and has been eating pizza while staring at me. I don't know where the pizza came from. I want some but I am scared to ask. There is a smile floating in front of the beings face, and yet it still chews almost as if through that smile. What is behind that smile? I do no know. It scares me. This scene will haunt my dreams at night for ages. The coffee he (she? They? It?) gave me is delicious.

GREAT OPHIUCHUS GOT OUT AGAIN I APOLOGIZE THEY WILL BE PUT IN THE TIME OUT CORNER

THE COFFEE WAS GOOD BECAUSE IT WAS MINE I MAY BE DEAD BUT I HAVE TASTE 

Maybe this strange and interesting plant displayed on my blog will attract followers.

I offer you the sound of a train barreling through empty space, all but drowning out the laughter of a truly happy time

GREEN HILLSIDES AND A BLACK SKY THE NIGHT IS DROWNED BY LIGHT

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: The past stains us like errant ketchup. It only stays with us if we do nothing about it.

Taurus: Always be kind. Being gentile at your own discretion. 

Gemini: The star I asked for your horoscope gave me a twix so I think thats good. I think the twix is for you.

Cancer: Seek out the nearest shipwreck. The answers will be found within.

Leo: We all have a natural instinct for this sort of thing. Trust yourself. The parts of you that never speak often know the most.

Virgo: Theynever left. They got better at hiding. Leave the lights on.

Libra: Sentiment and memory is all that is left. Those can be painfully physical can’t they?

Scorpio: A bag of grapes, a slingshot, and a crowded wal-mart make for excellent entertainment if that’s your sort of thing.

Ophiuchus: Your choices are yours alone. This is important to remember, especially when not making choices.

Sagittarius: Important is a matter of perspective. You are important.

Capricorn: The art doesn’t care if you enjoy it or not.

Aquarius: Pay attention to the thoughts that float by like butterflies. Their beauty is delicate and temporary. 

Pisces: A sour mood makes a sour day. Relish it.

Happiness Will Come To You.

REBLOG IF YOU ARE A SLYTHERIN, SUPPORT SLYTHERINS, OR ARE A GIANT SNAKE THAT KILLS PEOPLE BY MAKING EYE CONTACT

self care is drinking 3 pots of coffee and getting into a knife fight w god

Self care is chugging too-strong espresso to forget how emotionally dependent you are on others

things to pay attention to

the tiny specks of colour in their eyes

the bass and background sounds in a song

starlight on a cloudy night

how someone looks when they think nobody can see them

the mannerisms of a stranger

real meanings behind spoken words

subtle facial expressions which last a second

the underlying flavours in food

emotions that a friend is trying to hide

little lights in a sleeping city

flowers growing through cracks in the pavement

the mixed colour palette in a piece of art

the melody of someone’s voice

The Signs in 2016

Meets their soulmate: Cancer, Libra, Pisces

Meets their favorite band/artist: Leo, Aquarius

Meets Satan: Taurus, Gemini, Sagittarius, Capricorn

Meets God: Virgo, Aries, Scorpio

moodboard: seasonal!edmund (autumn)

autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence. - yoko ono

They call you a monster with a sneer on their lips like just the thought of you is bitter. They say it with a grin of fake fondness, a joke that you’ve never laughed at. They say it and it doesn’t bother you. Nothing bothers you anymore.

You were a child once. You were a child with golden hair and wide, hazel eyes full with excitement and wonder. Once you wore a smile on your mouth that wasn’t twisted by madness; it was easy and joyful because the world hadn’t crumbled in on you yet. You were sunshine and warmth before they stripped you of your youthful innocence and left you raw and hurting.

You think about how you’ve always had more tears on your cheeks than a smile gracing your lips. You think about how you know the taste of blood in your mouth, the crunch of your own broken bones, the raw flame of being torn apart from the inside out. You wish you could forget.

You’ve been screaming since you were small and you’ve never stopped.

They think it’s a war cry and you don’t tell them differently.

You’ve torn yourself into pieces to try and keep people who don’t want you. You’re used to the ache of broken promises, familiar and old as time. You do not break your promises. You expect others always do.

You were gentle once. A baby bird had fallen from a tree and you placed it in a shoe box. You couldn’t leave it because it’s helpless cries reminded you too much of yourself. You stroked its tiny head and nursed it back to health and set it free. It flew away and you were jealous. You’d been wishing you had wings for years.

You are too much and the world hates it. You hate it too. There’s too much feeling in your chest for your brother, for your cousin, for two boys who trust you to protect your lives and all you can think is “I will do for you what I cannot do for me”.

You keep your promises and you bury your pain. You let them call you monster because it’s easier. You let them call you soulless because it’s easier. You would much rather see their hatred than the pity you know would come in it’s stead.

-you’re not a monster, you’re a shield, c.k.b.

“I think people expect me to maybe say negative things [about Electra Heart] because it’s so pop and it’s so different to what I’m doing now. It’s not that at all. It was actually how I felt treated, as a ‘fake pop star’, which turned me off completely. It wasn’t much to do with the music but all about the perception.”